"Asher Fucking Adams... damn girl that boy is fine as fuck," Amy high fived me as we walked to class.
"Honestly though he surprised me... he was really sweet, kind of kinky, and he like stayed the night and cuddled."
"Captain Hump and Dump is a cuddler?" Amy raised her brows in disbelief.
"Yeah it shocked me too... I mean we had fucking amazing sex in the morning too but yeah he was not at all what I thought he'd be," I shrugged.
"Well shit you're fucking all these amazing guys while I get stuck with stupid ass Eric Bane who is king of two pumps and done island," she pouted.
"Do you need a list too?" I joked.
"No, you can be Miss List... I just need to quit picking losers," she sighed.
"Let Carrie and Leah pick for you," I suggested.
"Maybe... anyways who is next on your list?" she asked.
"Alec," I grinned.
"Mmm Russian hottie yuuuuum!" she giggled.
"I don't even know how to start that though," I frowned.
"Well you guys are friends kind of right?"
"I guess kind of... just like in passing, we don't hangout or anything," I sighed.
"Well do what you did with Zach just march your sexy ass up to him and ask him to hang out," Amy pep talked.
"We do have a film class together... I could probably sit by him in there," I bit my lip in thought.
"Do you have a break before that class?" she asked with a laugh.
"Yeah why?"
"Cause Russian men like their women looking like super models... and I love you but yeah you should run home," Amy said giving me a please don't hate me look.
I laughed and grimaced at my yoga pants and old worn sweat shirt... I was definitely no model today.
After my class with Amy I had a two hour break before my writing class with Alec so I booked it home immediately. When I get there I immediately fixed my hair and make up before going through my closet. Once I was finished getting all dolled up I tore through my dresser to find my favorite skirt. It was an Asos sculpt me leather look skirt that made my ass look delectable. I paired it with a black ACDC deep V choker neck tee that cut low enough to see cleavage and part of my black lace bra. For shoes I wore a pair of high heeled studded ankle boots that made my legs look longer and more toned. I was definitely overdressed for class, but I felt confident and sexy so I didn't give a flying fuck.
As I walked through the halls of the film and photography building guys checked me out and girls glared at me. Normally I'd roll my eyes at the pervness of the guys, but it only made me feel more confident so fuck it they could look all they wanted. When I entered the classroom I was elated to see Alec already in a seat and thankfully it was in the way back corner... perfect. I descended the isle stairs, my heels clacking the whole way until I slid into the seat next to him.
"Hey Alec," I smiled.
"Hey Spencer," he greeted me back in that sexy accent of his. He'd been living in America for a while now so it wasn't as thick as it probably once was, but it still turned me on just the same.
"How've you been?" I asked turning so my knees pressed against his leg and my thighs spread just a little.
"Pretty good, I got a job at a tattoo shop downtown," he grinned.
"Oh that's bad ass, I love tattoos," I admired.
"Do you have any?" he asked eyeing me up and down.
"Not yet," I grinned.
"Maybe I can give you one some time," he smirked.